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Once, Curiosity was a beast in me. writ in deep lines and stark highlights it carved itself upon my face. telling a story in the curves and hills and valleys of expression. the passion for life not so much extinguished as a half faded memory this is writ large too, in the bruise colored tired eyes of fatigue. but it is not dead - never that. it howls for the great hunt of life curiosity, passion, ambition and love. still a beast in me. tired, weathered, greyer than ever before, but a tired wolf can still bite.
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Sep 8, 2016
Sep 8, 2016 at 1:59 PM UTC
Tired Wolf
Once, Curiosity was a beast in me. writ in deep lines and stark highlights it carved itself upon my face. telling a story in the curves and hills and valleys of expression. the passion for life not so much extinguished as a half faded memory this is writ large too, in the bruise colored tired eyes of fatigue. but it is not dead - never that. it howls for the great hunt of life curiosity, passion, ambition and love. still a beast in me. tired, weathered, greyer than ever before, but a tired wolf can still bite.
david-crum
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Sep 8, 2016
Sep 8, 2016 at 1:59 PM UTC
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